connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow Oh? And perhaps he might not be able to help himself when he accidentally knocks one of these suits of armours down right on top of the plonker. That'd shut him up for a hot second.
"I didn't ask you to help me out," the Slytherin replied stubbornly, managing to get the visor of the next helmet up ALL BY HIMSELF. See? He could do it too. "Therefore, it doesn't count." He searched inside the helmet just like he'd done to the others before..... but nothing.
Maybe someone else had already found the stash.
Maybe this whole thing was futile. Ugh.
Max crossed his arms across his chest and turned to face the other boy with a frown. "Don't you have anything better to do with your time?"
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